Tease Om Om
Too Mixed.

Since last night Syafira looked at the portrait of Victor on the nightstand next to his bed. It's hard not to think about it. Syafira still remembers when the man reached out for the first time, as he cried to see the bodies of the two old men.

At that time, he had no one. Only Victor was there for her. Only Victor was beside him. Only Victor, who cared for her even to this day.

Perhaps from then on, the sense of trust in Syafira's heart began to grow. And this time of trust and confidence also dependency on the man, making Syafira fell in love. Not just falling in love with the ambition of wanting to have. However, I would rather see Victor happy.

From last night before bed, in sleep, to waking up. Syafira always thought of Victor. And so it was in the shower.

Morning at the college with Aleta. Syafira walks down the hallway to the classroom. Their footsteps aligned with their hearts, supporting each other. Aleta turned her head towards Syafira who was walking beside her. Looks moody.

“Is there any more problem? What about Om Victor!” guess it.

"Later noon I want permission, I can't take the last lesson because I have an event!" syafira. Again, he wants permission at the last hour.

"Where are you going?" ask Aleta. Only once did he invite Syafira to ditch, it seemed like it became an opium for him that could be done every week.

"I want to find Natasha, I have something to talk about!" answer Syafira with confidence. The two corners of her lips widened to form a smile, as she felt this was a good idea.

"Shafira's aware! You don't go too far into Om Victor's life, the man has privacy and you shouldn't bother him, you shouldn't exceed the limits of meddling in his affairs in the realm you can reach!" obviously Aleta, I disagree! Meeting Natasha means that Syafira has done more.

"Shut up! I can see Natasha alone with or without you!" syafira. Then he moved his feet faster because he did not want to argue with Aleta anymore.

From the first hour of the course to Syafira and Aleta being quiet with each other. No one gave in and apologized first.

Actually Syafira wanted to come and accompany him. Aleta, however, did not have the heart if Syafira went alone.

Before his final hour subjects, Syafira packed up the stationery and immediately stood up. Carrying a sling bag with his left arm.

He walked and passed. However, unexpectedly Aleta was already walking beside him.

"I'll treat sweet sour squid! Let's get permission together!" invite Aleta not have the heart to let Syafira go alone.

The girl smiled, always good. Eventually they both got permission and immediately booked an Online ojek towards something somewhere.

Last night Syafira had found out, where Natasha's work schedule is today. It just happens not to be too far from the campus.

Getting off the bike, Aleta followed Syafira's steps. Sneaking in a hotel building. She has remembered all about Natasha, her manager's name, her agency, and has also been figuring out her make-up space at today's show.

"You wait here! Let me get in!" If Aleta comes along, Syafira is afraid, her best friend will stop her. It could prohibit his reckless actions.

"Yes" Aleta answered.

Then, Shafira came in

By claiming to be Natasha's brother. Syafira is easily allowed into the make-up room of the model.

"Excuse me" said Syafira. Nodding politely looking at a beautiful, sexy, perfectly elegant lady matchless. That's how Natasha is a model. The woman Victor Erlangga loved.

Slowly he walked over to the model. “Kak Natasha,” call Syafira.

"Sorry, who are you?" ask Natasha to turn around. Staring at the girl beside him strangely. Obviously he recognized Syafira, but pretended not to recognize him.

Both of their senses of sight looked at each other.

"Sir Natasha, I'm not good at making small talk. But can you fix the relationship with Om Victor?" syafira lowered his head with one breath.

Silent. Some of the people who were there were focused on looking at Syafira. Seeing him in astonishment.

"Why? What's the reason I need to repair my relationship with Victor?" natasha's search thought Victor had sent the girl to see her. A plan that is not gentlemanly.

Syafira fluttered, her lips trembling.

The strong aura of the woman before him. Making him shrink, taking away all his determination and self-confidence.

"Say! What's your reason for telling me to mend my relationship with Victor!" urged Natasha as she sharpened her eyes.

"Emm ... emm .. ," that's all that comes out of Syafira's lips.

"Say!" force Natasha again with a tone of voice louder than before. “What Victor told you to come here?” The woman shook her head with a mocking expression.

Syafira.

"I ... no. want to see Om Victor grieve!" syafira replied saying the real reason stammering with fear.

"Here, sit here and don't leave before I let you go!" natasha. Pulling the hand of Syafira to be close to him.

Syafira only complies.

“Shut up, and don't talk!” tell Natasha.

Then, he immediately grabbed the phone . Calling Victor's number that's still on his phone.

Connected phone calls.

"Based on cowardice, you sent this leak to beg for love from me! Come here or I won't let him out in a state of fine!" natasha snapped even before the person across the phone greeted her.

Syafira closed her eyes. His lips were tightly clenched, sure, the man Natasha called was Om Victor.

Am I wrong? Is Om Victor gonna scold me? Am I meddling too much in his affairs?

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